Now I rest, for here I build heaven,
Within these glades of infinity.
Here I shall find a place for my idyl,
Down by where the corn fields lead.
That which I sow shall not be forgotten,
Lest I grow weary of my Harvest deeds.
And that which is dead shall resurrect,
Like the changing of the autumn leaves.
Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 7:54 AM UTC
Now I rest, for here I build heaven,
Within these glades of infinity.
Here I shall find a place for my idyl,
Down by where the corn fields lead.
That which I sow shall not be forgotten,
Lest I grow weary of my Harvest deeds.
And that which is dead shall resurrect,
Like the changing of the autumn leaves.
